October 2011
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her heart melted into a pool of sentiments at her feet. the puddle dragged her down. it swallowed her whole. not many are aware of how alike sentiments are to quicksand.
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a weighty wind picked me up today, carried me far from humanity, and dropped me in death’s pocket. he smelt of cold earth and sunken hearts and melancholy, but i was used to that smell all the same. you’re mine now, he said, you’re all mine. that was okay with me. i’ve been tired my whole life and i needed that eternal sleep. i needed those cotton candy dreams.
Anonymous asked: You do not like capitalizing do you?
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“you listen to the smiths, fleetwood mac, the doors, watch godard movies, and read 1950s literature. you’re the only girl that i have met that respects bukowski. you have a crush on james dean. do you get along with people your own age?”
mother’s boyfriend
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“all of the characters in your stories are sad.”
“all of the characters in my life are sad.”
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i met an aged woman today who wore four watches on her wrist-only two of them worked. she said that the best gift you can give someone is time.
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the sad, sad truth is that people don’t want you to be in love with the sea.
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phone rang in class today: dictionary.com’s word of the day.
